Texting Ophelia

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She’s gone. Gone forever.

She drowned in the water.....

I have no words to express how I feel, it’s like there is a hole in my heart that will never be filled again. 

I know that she loved this blog and that it was one of the places that she really felt like she could express her true feelings.

That is why I decided to post this on here. Just to let you all know.

-Laertes

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Guess who just got caught.

Laertes just found my blog. Nosey brothers can’t mind their own business.

ANYWAY, going to pick some flowers by the stream! Maybe I’ll climb the beautiful willow.....

I wonder what it would feel like to fly. I want to fly.

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Death is in the flower's heart – Why to cry for life of any petal? Death in purple ink of weary pens Betrays the written yearnings On her scented paper. Death is laughing in her cry; Her broken heart forlorn upon the sleeve. Death ignores the plight of any purity – He doesn’t care or seem to be aware of What her dewy eye desires, For Death beckoned: 'Embrace the jar! ' And yes, she did – For Death, of course. After all, no other man would Open up her hand and bid her with a kiss, So Death became her bliss.

Mark R Slaughter

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Um okay. So this is Laertes. 

I had no idea Ophelia had been writing this blog and I just found this open on her laptop when I came into her room.

I guess all of you have questions and believe me when I say Ophelia is in no state of mind to answer them so I’ll just do it I guess.

To answer your first question, NO. She is not doing ok. She’s gone insane from grief. I can tell from her blog posts that she’s just slowly spiraled out of control. I have no idea what I can do for her. 

All she does is wander around the castle looking like a complete mess, not looking people in the eyes and singing these random songs with very horrifying lyrics.

I don’t know what I can do for her. I’m so scared for her because she’s my little sister and I don’t know how to protect her or save her from her own mind. 

It’s all Hamlets fault. If HE hadn’t killed my father and broken my sisters heart this never would have happened. 

But don’t worry. I am going to get back at him for this if I ever see him again. I won’t let my sisters heart and my fathers death go unavenged. 

Oh and yes, I’m home now. 

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i’VE hAD thIs FloWEr for A WhILE. iT WILl bE a PERfeCT weLcOme hOMe giFT fOR LaERtes

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thAnkS./ds

_opPhEliaA

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lOOk aT hOW conceRned the QUeEN is FoR mE

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LooK aT aLL thESe PretTY FlowRes I piKCeDd!

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......He’s leaving? What’s going on? I know he says he doesn’t care for me but I still love him. I think he still loves me. 

Maybe a little......

Somewhere....

Deep down he must.

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Queen - I'm Going Slightly Mad (Official Video)

One thousand and one yellow daffodils

Begin to dance in front of you - oh dear

I’m going slightly mad.

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WHy ArE thEY SAying my dAD is deaD? HE’s nOT DeAD!!>@!L@! WhY wOUlD tHeY sAY hAMLet kILled him? nOOnes makINg sense? whAT iS HAPPening tO mE??

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GuYs. rEally WOrriEd. DaD won’T MessaGe mE bAck. SomEonE HelP me.

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Hamlet is really acting strange... He won’t answer any of my texts or questions! it’s like he’s avoiding me! He’s always around the King with his had on his sword...Somebody please tell me whats going on... I don’t know what to do!!

-Ophelia

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Laertes stop checking up on me!

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Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, Thy natural magic and dire property, On wholesome life usurps immediately.

Hamlet, Shakespeare

Hamlet had actors put on a play today! It was an amazing piece, job well done. This line was my favourite! Although, the King seemed to be upset by it... I wonder why...

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Yeah Horatio is one of my friends. I’ve known him ever since we were both four. We were all tutored together, along with Hamlet. 

Just picture this. Four year old me, four year old Horatio, four year old Hamlet and four year old Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. I still feel bad for our teacher back then. 

When I first walked in to the room, I was really nervous because there was no other girls. The teacher was having a mental breakdown because Rosencrantz and Guildenstern were running around breaking everything and copying each other. They were just really loud and annoying.

Hamlet and Horatio on the other hand were sitting calmly at their desks, talking to each other and laughing. I didn’t know where to sit so I ended up just kind of standing awkwardly by the door. 

Horatio saw how uncomfortable I was so he got up (carefully avoiding the broken vases that were flying around the room curtesy of R&G) and walked over to me.

Horatio asked me what my name was and asked if I wanted to be sit with him and Hamlet. I just nodded, not saying much. I was a very shy child. So I sat down in between him and Hamlet very quietly.

Horatio asked me how come I don’t talk a lot and I just shrugged, Hamlet asked me what I liked to do and I said I like to pick flowers. 

So Horatio told me a fun fact about flowers, he said “Most plants grow in the direction of the sun. Not just sunflowers”. That made me smile :) I’ve been friends with the both of them ever since. Well, maybe. 

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Really guys?... Couldn't look for him yourselves? My friends are bozos.